Yesterday morning I rifled around our bare cupboards looking for something to make for breakfast. Did I have ingredients to make pancakes? Nope. Did I have some soyrizo in the fridge? Nope. All we have is cereal and milk. We can’t have cereal on a Sunday morning, that’s work week food. I stare into the cupboard, dejected. No, this will not do. It’s time to call for takeout. In fact this is great, we now have an excuse to try the pop up Taiwanese breakfast spot that’s only open on the weekends.
Instead of cereal and milk, we order way too much food:
-You tiao: I call it a Chinese donut
-Dan bing: egg crepe
-Chive and egg pocket
-Daikon rice cakes
-Hot soy milk
-Dou hua with ginger syrup: tofu pudding (I ordered this for dessert to enjoy later in the day.)
I wish I had taken pictures before we devoured our treats.
It’s a trip down memory lane for me and a delicious departure from the usual for my non-Taiwanese partner. These foods from my childhood made me forget all about pancakes and breakfast burritos.